The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 170

The counter was cold and hard beneath me, but all I could feel was the incredible heat of him moving inside me. My breasts, heavy and sensitive, bounced with his rhythm, and he leaned down to capture a nipple through my shirt, his tongue circling the peaked nub, the fabric a rough, tantalizing barrier.

The pleasure built, a coiling, unbearable tension deep in my core. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper still, my heels digging into the small of his back. The sounds we made were raw, unfiltered—skin slapping against skin, his ragged breaths, my high, keening whimpers.

“That’s it,” he grunted, his pace quickening, losing its careful control. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

His command was all it took. The coil snapped. My climax ripped through me, a silent, seismic wave of pleasure that clenched around him, milking his length. I saw stars behind my eyelids, my body seizing, trembling uncontrollably against him.

feel that,” he groaned, his own control shattering. His thrusts became erratic, frantic. “Oh god, I can feel you…” With a final, deep plunge, he buried himself to the hilt and stilled, his own release pulsing into me in hot, rhythmic jets. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his entire body shuddering with the force of it.

We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together in the aftermath, the only sound our harsh, synced breathing and the distant chime of the diner’s door.

Slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes soft now, the fire banked to a warm glow. He brushed a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead.

“Better?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

I could only manage a weak, satiated nod, a lazy smile touching my lips.

He was still inside me, and I never wanted him to leave. His thumb stroked my hip.

“We should probably…” he began, nodding toward the locked door.

Talon eased out of me with a slow, reluctant groan, his hands gripping my hips as if steadying both of us. For a moment, neither of us moved, both catching our breath as the cool air brushed over my overheated skin.

He was the first to move. Carefully, he tugged my sweats back up my legs, his fingers gentle, almost reverent. Then he helped me off the counter, keeping an arm around me when my knees wobbled.

“Easy,” he murmured, guiding me to stand against him until my balance returned.

My shirt was rumpled and stretched, so he smoothed it down for me, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive breasts in a way that made me bite back a shiver. When he realized I was still trembling, he cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss to my lips—nothing like the frantic ones from moments ago. This one was grounding. Warm.

“You good?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” I breathed, even though my legs begged to disagree.

He got himself redressed next, tugging his pants up with a wince at the reminder of what we’d just done. When he finished, he grabbed a napkin from the counter, cleaned his hands, then mine, and gave me a soft look that made my stomach flip all over again.

“Come on.” His hand found the small of my back—steady, protective—as he ushered me out of the bathroom.

The diner’s lights felt too bright, the chatter too loud, and the leftover throb between my thighs made walking feel… noticeable. Talon noticed, too. Without saying a word, he slowed his steps, keeping me tucked into his side as he guided me through the diner and out the front door.

The cool air outside hit me like a shock, making my flushed skin even hotter somehow. Talon opened the car door for me like I was something fragile, helping me lower myself onto the seat before he rounded to climb in beside me.

Toren was already in the passenger seat, halfway through a cheeseburger, when he finally looked up.

And froze.

His eyes flicked from my red cheeks… to my lips… to Talon’s rumpled shirt… then to the way I was still trying to catch my breath.

“What the hell happened?” Toren blurted, cheeseburger pausing midair.

Talon reached over, buckled my seatbelt for me, then leaned back with a calm, controlled exhale that was absolutely hiding smug satisfaction.

“I’ll tell you later,” Talon said, keeping his voice even. “She needs rest.”

Toren blinked. Took a slow bite of his burger.

“…ah. Got it.”

Tyson, who was just getting into the driver’s seat, glanced back once, clocked the situation, and immediately choked on his own laughter.

Talon ignored all of them, turning his focus fully to me, his hand covering mine, thumb stroking the back of it.

“Lean back,” he murmured. “Close your eyes. I’ve got you.”

And with the warmth of his hand grounding me, the lingering ache of pleasure thrumming through my body, I did just that.

Talon’s thumb kept stroking the back of my hand—slow, grounding—while the rest of the boys actually seemed content to enjoy a rare moment of peace.

But the silence didn’t last long.

The second Tyson merged back onto the highway, Mason’s phone blared loud enough to rattle the cup holders.

Mason flinched. “Oh, for god’s sake… who—”

He checked the screen and his entire expression soured.

“Council member,” he muttered, low and irritated.

Toren froze mid-chew. Talon’s hand tightened around mine. Even Tyson cut his eyes toward the back seat, jaw flexing.

Mason answered anyway, voice smooth and polite—so unlike the man we knew.

His Council voice.

“This is Mason.”

A sharp, agitated voice crackled through the speaker. “Mason, how do you calibrate the Aura Seeker? No one here can get the damn thing to activate.”

Mason stared out the window, deadpan. “Because no one else can calibrate it but me. I’ve told you that… repeatedly.”

“Well,” the councilman snapped, “then get down to the Chambers. Immediately. We need it online within the hour.”

Toren’s eyebrows shot up. Talon turned slowly in his seat. Both of them knew exactly what that meant:

If Mason went in…

If he set foot in the Chambers…